(John Hartford)



When you come across unto me

With your hair the tangled grass of evening breezes

And you do not hide your face

Because somebody said one time it wasn't natural

What a joy for us just running down this crooked trail of midnight

And the peaceful things inside me that it does

Then you whisper low I have to go the acid tears start coming slow

To complicate a simple thing as love.



Awake now I don't hear the floorboards a creaking

As you walk back from the window

Or feel your satin fingers drawing patterns on my back

Where I lay dying

Without you I'm a child who sucks the vacant thumb of emptiness

Left crying when he has not had enough

At the mercy of an empty room sing verses to some faded wall

Confused 'bout a simple thing as love.



It's too bad we couldn't stay here till the clock runs out

And falls from sheer exhaustion

Or till morning when I watch you as you stoop

To pick your things up from the floor

But too soon for us it's over in the shock of the electric lightbulb

Sunrise from the ceiling up above

As it dangles to remind us of the spiderweb that binds us

And just complicates a simple thing as love.



Awake now I don't hear the floorboard a creaking

As you walk back from the window

Or feel your satin fingers drawing patterns on my back

Where I lay dying

Without you I'm a child who sucks the vacant thumb of emptiness

Left crying when he has not had enough

At the mercy of an empty room sing verses to some faded wall

Confused 'bout a simple thing as love...